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eternalxvenus · 1 month

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ broken promises pt. 2 ࿐ྂ

summary: Rafe promised to take you out and spend your birthday with you, but you don’t hear from him all day and then suddenly he shows up at your door trying to explain. (this is part 2 to the birthday girl angst blurb! i changed the title for the series so it was more appealing)

cw: mentions of drug use, angst, nothing crazy (yet lmao)

wc: 1.2k

notes: i'm excited to write this since its my first series! lmk if there's anything you guys would wanna see in future chapters :)

previous chapters: part 1

You wake up to your alarm droning on annoyingly and feel around aimlessly with your eyes closed to turn it off. Once you had finally woken up on your own accord, you realized you should talk to Rafe. You hadn't spoken to him or left your house the last few days. Obviously, you missed him, but you just felt so hurt and angry with him.

After getting ready and using makeup to look a little more alive and less blotchy from crying so much, you decided you'd go up to Tannyhill to try and talk to Rafe. You left your house, hopped on your bike, and started towards the estate. The whole ride there, you just kept going over what you wanted to say but nothing seemed right. Before you knew it, you were at the front entrance.

You walked inside and heard voices in the distance coming from upstairs. Once you made your way upstairs, you heard the voices more clearly coming from Rafe's room. It was Rafe and another person whose voice you couldn't pinpoint.

"Come on, man you gotta understand where I'm comin' from. I've just been stressed out. Nothing a good time won't fix."

You looked into the room and saw Rafe sitting with some guy you've never seen. There was a table in between them that had some rolled-up bills and coke sitting on it.

You walked inside the room, still unnoticed until you spoke. "Hey, Rafe."

Both of their heads snapped in your direction, and Rafe immediately shot up, walking towards you.

"Shit... I uh- I didn't know you were coming over." He looked back at the man who just sat there unbothered. "Barry, can you uh give us a minute..."

"So let me get this straight, you went to a party and got high, missed my entire birthday, and after I tell you I'm pissed off your next line of action is to get high again with your drug dealer, right?"

Before Rafe could speak, Barry grabbed his stuff and started walking out. "A'ight man hit me up when y'all are done dealing with this shit."

Rafe waited until he thought Barry was far enough before closing the door and speaking, "Can you blame me? I don't hear from you for days so I assumed you didn't wanna be with me anymore! I tried to talk to you and you straight up ignored me."

"I was angry Rafe! I just needed some time to myself. That doesn't mean I'm breaking up with you and it doesn't mean you should start doing drugs again when that is quite literally what we fought about."

This definitely wasn't how you imagined this conversation going. You didn't want to argue with him but your pride wasn't going to let you just back down.

"If you wanted space you could've told me," he sighed. "And I am sorry that I got high at that party and I'm sorry I missed your birthday okay? I want to make it up to you."

You walked over to the bed and sat down for a moment with your head in your hands. You loved Rafe, you really did. But you didn't want him falling into his old habits and lying to you about it.

You both sat there in silence as you thought about what you should do and what you should say.

"Rafe I... I think we should just take some time apart. Get our heads straight and figure out what we want-"

He walked over and sat next to you his eyes wide. "Baby I want you, I want to be with you."

"I wanna be with you too, Rafe, but I have conditions. I don't want you doing coke anymore. I don't like the person you are when you get like that. I know you get stressed and feel like it's your only option but you have me. Or maybe try weed and see how that works for you. I also don't want you hanging with Barry anymore. Non-negotiables."

He nods "I swear I'll work on it and I'll talk to Barry. I swear."

You stand up from the bed getting ready to go out the door. "Rafe... I'm gonna go stay with my parents on the mainland for a few days. I'll be in contact but please try your best to just leave me be. Get clean, for good, and I'll let you know when I'm back and we can figure everything out. Okay?"

He shakes his head. You can see that he's angry and confused, your heart just aches. "The mainland? What- why? Just stay here, I don't understand-"

"Please, Rafe. This is what we have to do okay?"

He took a few deep breaths and ran his hands through his hair. "Okay... okay. When you get back, I'll have made it up to you. Just promise me we aren't over."

You could see the tears that formed in his eyes and had to fight back your own. "We aren't over just yet." You gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving his room and heading home.

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You were finally off the ferry and on the mainland to stay with your parents. You really wanted to talk to your best friend to get advice so you asked her to pick you up. By the time you reached your house, she was all caught up. Your parents weren't home so you both went straight up to your childhood bedroom.

"Damn... I didn't think he got down like that." Niki looked at you slightly surprised. "Honestly though, it sounds like does care about you, even if he did fuck up."

"Yeah, I know he cares I just... I don't wanna have to worry about shit like this. Whenever he's all coked up he makes irrational and bad decisions. I'm just worried he'll do something and end up in jail or worse."

"You just have to let him know that. Make sure he knows your anger comes from a place of care. If he feels like you're just judging him, it'll probably piss him off."

You sigh and groan into your pillow. "You're right, thanks Niki."

"Don't mention it. Now, let me catch you up on the mainland gossip!" she squealed.

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Niki had gone home and you were getting into bed, ready to sleep after what felt like an exceptionally long day, when your phone chimed. You looked and saw you had a text from Rafe.

Rafe: hey I just wanted to make sure you made it to the mainland safely.

You: yes I did, i'm at my parent's house, thanks for asking.

Rafe: of course, goodnight

You: goodnight

Placing your phone on the dresser, you're thankful he doesn't push the conversation further. You decide you'll only stay here for three days before going back to the island to figure things out with Rafe. You just hope he can work on staying clean and that you can go back to being together like normal.

As you closed your eyes, ready for sleep, you heard another chime from your phone. You groaned before picking it up to check.

Topper: hey we need to talk, it's about Rafe.

part 3

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rafeysdoll · 17 days

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when you want space from rafe cameron.. ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

authors note: request can be found here. this prompt gave me major situationship with season two rafe. he’s trying so hard to put on his best charm, holding back his darker side cause he so desperately wants you to lock in with him— so when you suddenly ask for space he thinks he’s blown it and completely panics. freaking out at reader. if you enjoy this please reblog with feedback or maybe drop a follow/ like!

“s-so youre done with me? wanna break this off? that’s what all this is about?” rafe asks, head tilting to the side as he squints his eyes, trying to figure you out. he breathes deeply through flared nostrils, holding back a meltdown. “what? nooo, papi, don’t say that.” you speak calmly, approaching him and placing your newly manicured hands on his chest, rubbing him softly. “i don’t want that, that’s not what i’m saying.” you correct, getting on your tippy toes and pressing a small, chaste kiss on his lips, leaving behind glittery gloss on his lips.

he looks up at the ceiling, unable to look at you. he chews at the inside of his cheek, getting frustrated. he didn’t understand. “then why, are you asking for space?!” he questions, his voice raising lightly.

you sigh, fighting the urge to start biting your nails— a nervous habit rafe made you quit. well, at least when he was around. which, although you loved him and his company more than anything, seemed to be a lot. “papi, jus’.. calm down please.” you ask as softly as possible. “its.. i jus’ want.. to be alone for the next couple days, wanna have some time to miss you is all.” you give him a nice smile, wrapping your arms around his neck as sign of reassurance that everything was fine between you two.

“a-alone?” he whispers, looking down at you. “mhm, we’ve been together everyday for the past week, and i’m happy about that really i am, papi. ‘ts been so fun, but i’m just..” you pause, trying to find the right words.

“kinda.. burnt out. not that being with you burns me out, it doesn’t papi, it’s just a me thing—“ “oh, cmonnn baby. gonna say ‘it’s me not you’ situation now? i don’t buy that shit. you’re lying to my fuckin’ face ma.” he cuts you off, your lips now being tugged into a deep frown as he takes a few steps backwards from you, crossing his arms and turning around to give you his back.

“papi, jus’ listen to me!” you whine, quickly trailing behind him, almost tripping over your pink mary jane’s. “it’s not you, i promise it isn’t!” you could feel your vision blurring as tears started collecting in your eyes. you bat your wispy eyelashes, trying to control the tears from falling. “i-i know it sounds cliche to say it like that but,” you bite your lip, fighting a whimper.

“i jus’ wanna take a few self care days—“ again, he cuts you off. “you don’t think i can do that for you? that what you’re trying to say?” you clench your fist, stomping your foot against the floor. you were starting to get overwhelmed, he just wasn’t listening.

“i didn’t say that!” you cry, your nose starting to twitch. “i know you can take care of me, and i love that you do but i jus’ wanna do it myself! for myself!” you whine, feeling stuck, laying your head on rafe’s chest. it was silly almost, the way you were seeking comfort from the man who was getting you all worked up in the first place.

“i still like you rafey, i really do. i jus’ wanna be by myself, doesn’t mean we won’t see each other ever again.” you prompt, trying to rub your cheek against his polo. “please understand, papi. you told me you’d give me anything i want, remember? what if i want a weekend to myself, can’t i have that?” you request, looking up to bat your little lashes to him, trying your hardest to persuade him.

you could see the exact moment rafe gives in as he bites his lips and runs his hand through his locks. “i.. i guess i understand. you need space.. you wanna miss me and shit. i get it now.” he admits, stroking your cheek. “but you gotta promise you’ll come back to me first thing monday, alright ma?”

you give him a cheeky smile, nodding. “course, papi.”

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sirfrogsworth · 3 months

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I'm moving out of the city and I'm going to have to learn to drive. Any advice for someone (reluctantly) looking into cars for the first time?

Sorry for the late response, but I really wanted to answer this because I think I have some relevant advice.

I started driving the very day I was allowed to get my learner's permit. I took it very seriously. My dad was a mechanic, my brother literally built a car when he was 16. They were car guys and I was the goofy comedian they didn't really understand. So I wanted to be a really good driver to impress them.

I practiced every chance I got. I took driver's ed in school and got a 100% in the class. And I got a perfect score on my written driver's test and only got dinged for 1 thing on the main exam (it was bullshit, but apparently there is no way to protest a near perfect score).

But then I got sick and it didn't make sense to pay for car insurance and maintain a vehicle. So I didn't drive for roughly 15 years.

Then both my parents got sick and they became dangerous drivers and so I had to figure out how to drive again. And at first I was nervous, but after about a week of driving, I was nearly as good of a driver as when I was younger.

The reason?

Muscle memory.

Muscle memory will save your life over just about anything. The less you have to concentrate on the physical actions and habits required to drive, the more you can concentrate on situational awareness. If you don't have to think about turning the wheel, or braking, or even activating the turn signals, you can use all of that brain power to pay attention to all of the dumb fucks they let drive cars.

So my biggest piece of advice would be to break down all of the physical actions required to operate a vehicle. Even the tiny stuff like switching the station on the radio or turning down the fan on the A/C. Then find a way to practice these things over and over and over until you have that muscle memory embedded into your brain. My muscle memory was so deeply ingrained that it lasted through 15 years of not driving and a batch of mind-wiping electroshock treatments.

Find a safe place to practice and just repeat things until they feel like second nature. Especially checking your blind spots. If you can get checking blind spots to the point where you do it without even thinking about it, you will increase your safety substantially.

Other tips...

Small cheap cars are best first cars. Big cars can make you feel disconnected from the road. Almost like you are piloting the vehicle in a video game. I started on my grandma's 1987 Chevy Cavalier. It was tiny. It had no power. It was free. But I could feel everything I was doing. I could feel the turns. I could feel the road. I could feel braking and acceleration. And it really helped me understand the relationship between driver and vehicle. It was like a big go-kart but I think having that as my first car really helped me develop my driving skills.

And my last tip is to learn gradient braking and acceleration. It's mostly for the comfort of your passengers. It gives them a smoother experience but it also makes them feel safer driving with you. Basically you want to figure out how to apply pressure to the pedals in such a way that almost no G-force is felt. So you start with very light pressure and gradually transition into the max pressure you need. And you need to do it quick enough to stop and accelerate at the proper rate. If you don't transition fast enough you might not stop in time or be able to merge onto the highway. And if you transition too fast people will be lurching back and forth in their seat. But, again, practice makes perfect.

My brother is horrible at this, though mostly on purpose. He likes driving like everything is a race. And with his muscle cars, that can be fun at times. But when you are just going to the store it can make one a little nauseous. I find myself just grabbing the "oh shit" handles and never letting go.

But if you can smooth out your acceleration and braking to the point it is barely felt, all of your passengers will thank you for it.

Hopefully that helps. And maybe other folks can reply with additional advice. And if you have any more specific concerns feel free to ask. I wasn't sure if you were more worried about driving or picking out a car, so hopefully we can collectively cover both.

I wish you luck and hope you learn to love driving. It is pretty cool once you get the hang of it.

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allllium · 3 months

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Pinky Promise

~ This definitely ended up longer than I meant it to be but no regrets, Matt is so adorable in this.

~ Fluff, Angst but not really? More like play fighting. Reader is referred to as Matt's girlfriend but other than that gender neutral. WC: 1,939

~ Matt tells you he's Daredevil

You have been filled with anxiety all day after a text from Matt. This morning he asked you to come to his apartment as soon as you could after work. He wouldn't say anything else about it, just that it was very important.

Matt has a habit of not believing he deserves good things. Throughout your relationship, you have done everything in your power to prove him wrong. But still, when he says he needs to talk to you, about something really important, your mind falls to the worst-case scenario.

“Matty, I'm here.” You announce as you walk into your boyfriend's apartment.

“Oh hey, sweetheart.” He greets you at the door, as he always does. He is the perfect gentleman.

“Hi.” You let out, trying not to let your anxiety be too obvious. “What did you want to talk about?”

He opens his mouth to say something before immediately shutting it again. “I ordered some food. It should be here anytime.”

“Is there a reason you're trying to change the subject?” He grabs your hands and leads you over to the couch. Sitting down, he pulls you down onto his lap.

“No, I'm just letting you know. I know how you get about your food.”

“Mhm. And is that the only reason?”

“I have to tell you something.” Oh no. You know what this is about. This day had to come eventually.

“Okay, what is it?” You let out a soft sigh. It wasn't hard to figure out once you got together.

“I don't want you to be mad at me.”

“Matt I won't get mad, I promise.”

“How do you know?” His eyes show you how worried he is.

“Because I love you.” You grab his hand and lean into him more. “And unless you're about to tell me that you cheated, I won't be mad.”

“What! I would never!”

“I know, baby. It was just an example.” You almost laugh at the surprised expression that covers his face.

“Well, you know how I became blind.” He begins.

You were right, he's about to tell you he's Daredevil. Yes, you already know. For two reasons. One, a blind man can't do everything he does, the way he caught you when you fell on one of your dates, or the way he knows where things are without being told. Two, Foggy. He didn't mean to tell you but you had your suspicions and you may have tricked Foggy into secretly confirming for you.

Foggy has no idea what he said allowed you to know the truth and you never told him so he wouldn't feel bad about accidentally exposing his best friend's secret. You're not proud of it but your curiosity got the best of you.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Uhh, it did more than make me lose my sight.” You weren't able to confirm anything about the accident but if Matt is Daredevil then something had to have happened for it to be possible.

“What else did it do?”

“It heightened all of my other senses.” You squeeze his hand to encourage him to continue. “I can hear things from very far away and smell things better than normal.” No shit.

“How much better?” As much as you already know, there are a lot of specifics you still don't understand.

“I can smell what you have eaten all day, I can hear your heart beating and I can tell when you're making a face.” That's a lot more than you thought. “I can hear everyone in this building and mostly tell what they're doing.”

You immediately scramble off his lap.

“Did I weird you out?” The lace of sadness in his voice breaks your heart.

“No it's not you, I'm just weirdly aware of myself now.” You assure him. You don't know how to describe it like you're going over everything you did in the day to try and figure out what Matt can tell.

“You don't have to be, sweetheart. You're not the weird one here.”

“Matt, you're not weird. You're perfect. You can't control what happened to you or what it caused these senses. I don't know. You can smell me and hear me? It's just a lot.”

“That's not even the part I'm trying to tell you.”

“Matt, I have to be honest with you. I know.” You whisper.

“You know?” He asks in shock. “Know what?”

“That you're Daredevil.” Your voice grows even quieter.

“What? How?” He exclaims, standing up to meet you.

“I don't know. One day I was just thinking and kinda put it together!”

“When?” His voice booms around the small apartment.

“A few months ago. There was this clip of Daredevil on the news and he looked so familiar so I started thinking about the injuries you get, how you disappear at night, how you can catch me when I fall. It became really obvious and then..” You stop your rant, not wanting to expose Foggy. Even though he had no idea what the conversation was about, you still feel terrible.

“And then?”

“I may have tricked Foggy into confirming it for me.” Matt’s face quickly shows anger and disbelief. “I swear he has no idea I know anything, he didn't mean to confirm anything.”

“Why didn't you just ask me?” Is he serious right now?

“Because you never would've told me! We've been together for almost a year now and you're just now trusting me with this! I'm the one that gets to be pissed right now, not you!”

“Okay you're right I should have told you but I was just scared that..”

“No.” You hold your hand out and interrupt him. “I swear Matt, if the next thing you say is that you were protecting me, I will beat your ass.”

“That was one of the reasons, yes.” You step forward, fully intent on keeping your word. “Let me explain.” He smiles and pushes you away.

“Fine but it better be good.” You cross your arms and raise your eyebrows to show how serious you are.

“I wasn't just worried about your safety, I was worried that you would feel different about me. Maybe even leave me.”

“Matt, I love you. And I know you doubt yourself but I would never leave you for that. You could kill a million people and I wouldn't leave you.”

He gives you a very concerned look. “That's not good, we need to talk about that.”

“Eh.” You wave him off. “We need to talk about all this shit,” You move your hands over his body. “All this self-deprecating shit you do.”

“Oh well, I'm so sorry for believing you deserve the world.” He says as sarcastically as possible.

“Exactly. Think more like that.” You nod.

“I'm not gonna do that.”

“We are getting off topic.”

“Is there more to talk about?” You can tell he's worried about you knowing the details.

“We are one month away from our first anniversary and you're just telling me this now, that's not okay Matthew!”

“I know! I didn't want to wait this long but the more I thought about telling you the more I thought about losing you and I can't handle that.”

“Wait so why did you want to tell me today? Are you okay with losing me today?” You half-joke.

“No, because Karen told me if I didn't she would, and I know you should hear this from me.”

“Yeah you're right but this needed to happen forever ago!”

“I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, sweetheart, I know I should've. But out of curiosity, when would've been the best time to tell you?” He asks sincerely, sitting back on the couch.

“Why? Want advice for your next girlfriend?” You can't help but tease. Sitting back down on his lap.

“I'm never gonna have another girlfriend.”

“Oh yeah? And you're sure about that?”

“What does that mean?” He asks in fake concern, used to your teasing antics.

“I don't know. What do you think it means?”

“This isn't funny.” He says while he laughs. “I can't tell if you're mad at me or me.”

“Oh, I'm very mad.”

“About me being Daredevil?”

“No, Matty about you keeping it from me. What you do for people in danger is amazing. I love that you use your senses selflessly. I mean I hate the fact that you get hurt in the process but clearly, you can handle yourself.”

“You don't know how relieved I am to hear you say that.”

“I'm glad I could help. But seriously the next time you keep a secret like this for that long, we're over.” You make eye contact with him as you say this, needing him to know you're not joking.

“I promise I won't.”

“Good! Now onto that not having a next girlfriend thing?”

“Ugh, do we have to?” He leans back, making you yelp as you fall into him.

“Yes, we have to. I want to hear you say it.”

“It means I want to marry you.” You giggle at his words.

“I knew it, you're obsessed with me.”

“Does that mean you want to marry me too?” He asks hopefully. You almost feel bad for your next words.

“Hmm. I'll tell you next year.”

He runs his hands over his face. “You are not funny.” He says that but you can see the smile he's hiding.

Before you can respond, the doorbell rings. Perfect timing. “You keep a secret, I keep a secret.” You shrug and head to answer the door.

When you go back to the couch and set the food on the coffee table, Matt pulls you into him once again.

“Someone's touchy today.”

“Just happy you're not trying to beat my ass.”

“I would win.”

“Oh definitely.” You feel him smile on your neck. “Are you gonna make me wait another year to propose?”

“Sorry baby but you know I don't marry someone before the second year.”

“You're killing me y'know.” He groans loudly in your ear, making you lean away from his ticklish breath.

“Maybe your next girlfriend will marry you before the first anniversary.” You yelp again as he pulls you even further into him, using his strength to make sure you're as close as possible.

“Sweetheart you are the last girlfriend I'll ever have.”

“Oh, I know I am.”

“Oh god, what does that mean?”

“It means if you ever have another girlfriend I'll haunt you for the rest of your life.”

“Haunt me? Are you dead in this scenario?” He asks in obvious confusion.

“Yes because I'm never gonna let you leave me.”

“I'm beginning to think you're a little crazy.”

“Crazy about you.” You wiggle your eyebrows.

“That was terrible.”

“That was amazing, I'm a great flirt.”

“Yes, you are.” He chuckles, in that amazing deep voice. “I'm sorry for not telling you sooner.”

“I'm sorry for not asking you directly and using Foggy.”

He holds his hand out to you, sticking out his pinky.

“What's this?”

“A pinky promise.”

“Oh, a pinky promise with the devil.”

“Stop that, I promise not to lie to you again and you promise to ask me things instead of tricking poor Foggy.”

“Okay fine. Pinky promise.” You link your finger with him.

“I love you.”

“Aww thank you.” You laugh at his surprised expression.

“Say it back.” He whines.

“I don't wanna.” You can't hide the smile on your face.

Matt takes a second to stop himself from smiling before making the biggest, most dramatic frown.

“Fine, I love you too.” You break out in giggles as he tackles you.

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dy6nsty · 3 months

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Can I request sleep token x reader with a reader who is accident prone? Today alone i have slid on ice, smacked my head off a shelf, and stabbed myself with a comb.

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I LOVE THIS PROMPT. YES, YES YOU CAN‼️I also hope you’re doing good after all that..

Sleep Token x GN! reader who has a tendency to get injured

Relationship— Romantic

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Vessel:

Suddenly has eyes in the back of his head. Knows you’re picking something up. “Put it down.”

Leaves you alone for a couple of minutes and comes back to chaos. Chaos in this scenario was you breaking something.

Blueprints things in his head to figure out if there’s anything that could possibly put you out of trouble.

Was considering getting you one of those child leashes so he can keep a better eye on you.

Follows you around sometimes to make sure you don’t injure yourself or break something. Watching you bump into 70% of things you come across.

Puts rubber counter protectors on surfaces with sharp or hard corners, just so you won’t bang into them on accident.

If you can’t walk in a straight line (I can’t do it either don’t worry guys! 😊)— he’ll help you get around. “Left- right! RIGHT!”

His worst enemy is winter and spring. We have icy grounds than slippery grass. But is also your frenemy.

Is now stalked up with bandaids, glue, tape and other necessities he might need for the future with you. Which is probably a lot.

If you come to him with an injury he’ll let out a long sigh before asking what happened. Let’s you ramble on about how you’ve gotten hurt now while he fixes you up.

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II:

Call him the gigglesaurus at this point. Will watch you stumble than fall and start cackling before realizing he’s not supposed to laugh..

Likes the chaos it can bring! But he still gets a mini panic attack when he realizes you’ve disappeared from you once were: beside him.

Learned how to treat wounds, bruises, and stuff because of how often it started happening. Also learned how to fix mirrors!

Wants to know all of the dumb or serious stories you have. He’s all for it.

Likes to keep an arm around your waist to ensure you won’t get into any inconvenience.

Tries to help you with tasks you might accidentally fuck up. Reaching for things, organizing glasses, cleaning, or even will escort you around areas so you don’t trip over your own feet!

Counts up how many bruises or any marks you have at the end of the day. If he notices a new one he’ll ask what happened. If it happened in a dumb way he just stifles a laugh.

Watches you from afar sometimes to make sure nothings happen so far. If he does see you get hurt he’ll rush over to see what’s happened, again.

Feels like he’s on a news channel at this point. Honestly wonders if you have some sort of curse to how often he’s found you in these exact scenes.

Does not trust you holding glass, plastic, porcelain, or metal objects. He’ll hold them with you but he’s not wanting you to break any of those by falling over, or maybe even dropping them on yourself.

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III:

Stays serious about it but once saw you run into a door and almost lost his shit. Wanted to laugh so hard.

Keeps bandaids, a small thing of bandage wrap + tape, and tissue in his pockets. It’s become a habit.

Carries you around areas that have many things cluttered on the ground so nothing will end up broken.

Trusts you enough to look away and not keep an eye on you 24/7 but still has a physical reflex whenever he hears a crash, bang, or a small sound of something colliding.

Often times will try to fix any messed you might’ve caused. Hiding any evidence that something had happened.

Kisses any minor injuries you get. “It hurts? Want me to kiss it so it feels better?”

Deals with your injuries or things you might’ve smashed, asks how it was caused so he can prevent them from happening further on.

Moves things around if he’s noticed it’s a common occurrence for you to bump into it with the object in the room / it’s placement.

Will take over / help you with certain scenarios if it becomes a problem to where you always end up hurt afterwards.

Warms you about things he sees coming your way: “Wall, you’re gonna walk into it.”, “There’s a plate of glasses, don’t walk into it.”

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IV:

Feels like superman sometimes when it comes to you. Steadies things in your hand if he notices you’re unbalanced.

Will also laugh at you. Unless you’re bleeding. He’ll run over to make sure everything’s all right.

Stocks up on ice packs and replaceable items for ones you might knock over later on.

Makes sure you won’t knock into anyone while your walking, or into anything.

Starts following you around when he can to make sure that you’re not getting into any trouble.

Also an enemy with winter. Especially if you want to try any winter sports. You can try but he might mentally face palm if you get ran over by a kid in a sled.

Starts requesting for plastic cups instead of glass. He can’t risk fancy glasses being broken any longer.

He gets into trouble in his own way, but he swears he’s more safe than you.

Picks you up and carrie’s you away when he senses that something just might happen. Spidey senses over here!!!

He can’t walk in a straight line so your both screwed. Your bumping into each other like you have sea legs.

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i’m sorry if this turned out a little bad! i’m currently on the verge of sleep but rlly wanted to finish this! ^^

#sleep token fanfiction #sleep token imagine #sleep token x reader #sleep token iv #iii sleep token #sleep token iii #sleep token ii #vessel sleep token #sleep token vessel #sleep token band #ii sleep token #iii x reader #ii x reader #iv x reader #vessel x reader #sleep token #dy6

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ajokeformur-ray · 2 months

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Tw vent

My job doesn't give two shits about me as long as I turn up for my shifts, my professor knows about how demanding my job is but won't cut me any slack and my work knows how uni is and still keeps pushing for more... It's at the point that I have to schedule my showers just to make sure I have the time for it. I skip meals most of the time for the sake of saving 20-30 minutes, I'm sleeping well (7-8 hours a night) but already falling into my bad previous habits of cutting down my hours then just to get more studying done since my job takes so much of my time and energy that I have to get up at 2-3am to study before work, because once I'm home I'm too tired to do anything beyond showering and dinner before crawling into bed to rot, my room is a mess because I don't have the time to clean it, and I can't fucking remember comfort characters' voices because it's been months since I heard them and I'm just. Tired. Of always giving my best and all my energy and effort to my job but then when I get home, I'm too tired to even read fucking fanfics. I'm sick of this but it's not gonna change because I'm not able to change my job right now - quite frankly, I have enough to worry about and at least, as shitty as my job is, I know what I'm doing there.

And I'm trying to figure out how to accommodate work experience around everything else going on because it's looking like I'll have to balance my job with my degree and work experience. I've been so busy I've been grocery shopping online during my work breaks or I won't have time for it💀💀💀

I am just tired. But this is the life I signed up for, so I'm just trying to get myself through this bout of burnout while also not dropping any responsibilities, friendships or creative hobbies; because if I lose myself, then I am gonna be well and truly fucked.

I wish Arthur was here, so he and I could have a conversation. I miss him terribly. He's always guided me through the worst of it and I need him now, too. I can feel myself giving up on the future I've been working so hard for, and that fucking terrifies me.

I'd like a hug please and thank you. I was gonna write some comfort tonight but I'm too sad and heavy to, so I'm gonna sleep. Gotta be up at 3 to study before work... It's easier to do it before work, though I'm sick of dragging myself out of bed in the middle of every night, but in the circumstances it works well for me.

I'm not gonna quit anything, to be clear, but during nights like this, it's all I think about. I'll feel better in the morning.❤️

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femmesandhoney · 15 days

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Hey I hope this isn't too annoying of an ask, but literally how are you so happy at college? You're like the student I want to be, you're always posting on here about your classes and you're so engaged and seem so into it. Every semester for me is just another couple months of the time passing and panicking. I'm either completely paralyzed in bed or I'm crying in bed. Like, how do you seem so good at this?

it's not all sunshine and rainbows believe me. even my best friend has told me i come off as someone who "has it all figured out", but i often do not feel the same lol, i miss assignments, i stress out and procrastinate until the last minute, i get drained from all the work mentally and physically. all the regular college shit. outside of that tho, i legitimately love learning and interacting with others who are interested in what i like and who i can learn from. that's usually what keeps me happy! i love the people i meet in my classes, i like group discussions, i like being introduced to new things, i love my profs and take all the classes i can with them. generally, im just friendly w people in my classes and that makes me enjoy going to them, and i take classes i enjoy, and if they're reqs i don't care for, i always try to take something out of the experience.

some people do not find learning for the sake of learning fun, but i do, which makes even the roughest days okay, but that doesn't mean the tedious and demanding aspects of college curricula do not wear me down too. i decided to wait to go to grad school bc im exhausted! i am tired and need a break from always having another damn assignment to do and another article to read 😭 those things are taxing, and i already have bad self discipline habits, so you can imagine i often make stuff harder for myself than they need to be. the only reason i get good grades is bc im smart and have a relatively easy time understanding the subjects i study. if i take anything outside my favorite academic areas, like say the natural resources class i took a few years ago, that shit had me crying every damn day lmao.

so yeah, i just enjoy learning for learning sake, but also i like academia and going thru the motions of a classroom experience is fun to me for all the reasons i listed, including the fact i want to be a college professor and just enjoy that atmosphere a lot. i would wager if you're constantly frustrated by your college experience, maybe analyze a bit deeper on what you most dislike? is it specific profs, the people in ur classes, the subject material itself? if theres anything you can try and control to make it more agreeable for you, always take the opportunity, tho ik its not always possible. im lucky that all my areas of study have naturally wonderful people drawn to them (especially the international studies students!), but ik some majors can draw less nice people sometimes :( which can make ur experience harder than it should be. or some people legitimately do not enjoy the institutions that are schools and what they traditionally demand from a person, which is completely understandable. my best friend didn't go to college bc she barely graduated high school bc she hated attending and never turned in her hw. some people just do not thrive in such strict school environments for many reasons. but whatever your case is, i hope you have easier semesters in the future if you continue, no one should ever be so stressed from a class that they cry over it. i think thats a failure of a class and a professor when that occurs, and a sign of a bad class/prof rather than a bad student.

#im writing this at 2am i hope its not typo ridden

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jgmartin · 10 months

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SUBJECT 21

I watch the sunset bleed.

Its outer edges drip like molten gold. In the distance, I hear the hiss of steam before I ever see the clouds rising from the arctic snow.

“Told you,” Raens says. He stops short of me, slings his rifle over his shoulder and folds his arms. He surveys the sunset like it’s a regular occurrence. An everyday thing. “There’s a reason this place is under lockdown.”

“So it’s true,” I say. “They haven’t let anybody leave for the past three years.”

“Not a soul.”

I look back at the sunset. A pit of unease grows in my stomach. The shape of it is all wrong. It’s pulsing, throbbing like a living thing– like a monster from science fiction. “What about the guy I replaced?”

“Lently?"

"Yeah."

"Dead and gone."

I stare at Raens waiting for him to crack a smile, to tell me he’s fucking with me, that this is all a joke. A little hazing for the new guy. But instead he sighs, looks away– wipes the back of his glove against his eyes. “Look on the bright side, kid. The isolation pay is fantastic, ain’t it?”

The pay was good. Three times my yearly salary, in fact. "Nevermind the money, three years is a long time to vanish off the face of the earth. How does the military explain that?"

“You got a sweetheart back home? Couple of rugrats, maybe?”

“Not yet.”

He nods. There's the hint of a grin on his lips. “That’s what I thought. They don’t pick people with loose ends for this kind of thing. They want shadows. People like you and me who can fade away without anybody giving a damn.”

"I mean, I got family."

"Sure, kid. We all got family. Question is, do they give a shit about you?"

The question stings. It stings because I know the answer, but I can't bring myself to say it out loud, so I change gears. "What's the deal with the bunker?"

Raens follows my gaze to the little hill of snow rising from the earth. It's about a hundred yards away, and its heavy steel doors are lit up crimson in the setting sun. "You mean why aren't we allowed inside?"

I nod.

“Official answer is it’s classified. Unofficial answer is they’re building weapons down there and don’t need you getting into things you shouldn’t be.”

I watch the sun drip molten gold and I ask the obvious question. “You’re telling me that this is us?”

“I’m telling you it’s him. Dr Thales. Head of research and engineering."

I’d heard the name before. The man was supposedly a genius, a real marvel with a resume to rival Einstein and the ego to match. “How the fuck did he manage to get our sun to bleed on Earth from all the way across the solar system?”

“Who says that’s the real sun?” He slips a pack of cigarettes from his parka and slides one between his lips. “Smoke?”

“Not for six years.”

“Suit yourself.” He lights it up and takes a drag. For the first time, I notice the dark bags beneath his eyes, the deep lines infesting his cheeks, his forehead. Raens looks like a man at the end of his rope. Exhausted.

“Never used to smoke,” he tells me, pocketing his lighter. “Bad habit with no real upsides, but then I got posted here and it was like I needed something, anything to look forward to.” He breathes out a plume, shaking his head. “Cigarettes became my breath of fresh air. Ain’t that funny?”

“So, that’s it then? You and I are stuck out here guarding some… mad scientist?”

“We’re not here to guard anybody. We’re contingencies.”

“For what?”

“Subject 21. If it escapes, we do our best to slow it down and buy time."

"Then what?"

Raens shrugs. "Reckon we just die."

I open my mouth, but the words are still trying to catch up to the conversation. “Hold on. What's Subject 21?”

“One of Thales’ experiments. We call it the Boogey Man because nobody’s seen the thing outside of Thales and his team. But we know that it’s powerful. Powerful enough that you and I, plus the rest of humanity, are nothing but ants.”

“If this thing’s that powerful, then why doesn’t it just break itself out?”

Raens takes another drag. Closes his eyes. Savours it. “Figure it doesn’t want to.”

“You're joking.”

“Best we've pieced together is that S21 is in some kind of catatonic state. Doesn’t speak. Barely moves. Mostly it just stands in its cell and stares holes in the wall, sometimes literally, if you trust the radio chatter.”

"It has to eat, doesn’t it?”

Raens looks at me like I’m four years old, like he almost envies my ignorance. “It doesn’t have to do a damn thing. That’s what makes it special, kid. It doesn’t have any rules because it makes the fucking rules, and that’s exactly why Thales is trying to kill it.”

Behind us, the pulsating sun is dipping below the horizon. A chill creeps under my skin, and it’s got nothing to do with the plummeting temperature. “Why? Why kill this thing if it’s just keeping to itself? Isn’t that kind of… Immoral?”

“Might be. Not really my place to say one way or the other, but Thales seems to think S21 is just dormant. Hibernating. That it’s liable to wake up any day now and then… well, all hell breaks loose. And I don’t mean that metaphorically.”

“What does this thing do, shit nuclear warheads?”

“That’d be nice. Easier to deal with, I’d wager.”

“What’s worse than nukes?”

“Just told you, didn’t I? Hell on earth.”

I laugh. It’s the only reaction I can think of because the implication is so absurd that nothing else makes sense. “So what, Thales has Satan locked up in his bunker?”

Raens ashes his cigarette, stomps it into the snow. “Worse.”

I keep my laughter alive, but Raens looks deadly serious. He's quiet. Pensive. He watches the shadows creep over the bunker doors, watches them creep across the entire landscape and he says, “You ever wonder what happened to God?”

“God?”

“Sure. Jesus takes one for the team, then God just ups and vanishes, doesn’t he? There’s no sequel to the Bible. Some fanfiction, maybe. But no sequel, not even after a few thousand years.”

“Haven’t given it much thought. I’m agnostic myself.”

Raens cracks a smile. “Keeping your options open, eh? Smarter than you look.”

“No. It's not that. I just… never really knew enough to make a decision one way or the other. I couldn’t be certain if there was a higher power out there.”

“Well, now you know.” Raens steps off, making his way back toward the hill for shift change. I waddle to catch up to him. I'm still getting used to moving under six layers of kit.

“You’re telling me that this thing– Subject 21, is God?”

He shrugs, his feet crunching against the snow. “That’s what the troops seem to think. And to be frank, there's been supporting evidence."

"What kind?"

"The kind that's damn near impossible to ignore." Raens pauses suddenly, raises a sleeve and checks the watch on his wrist. Then he looks up the sky. Frowns. Keeps walking. "I wouldn't worry too much, kid. This is your first day. You'll see what I mean soon enough, and by then you'll probably wish you could forget all about it."

"But I mean–"

"Trust me."

I let the question go and latch onto a new one. “So all these weapons, what's Thales using them for? I mean, if he doesn't think they'll work at killing S21?"

"That's something that–"

There's a low screech from high in the distance. I open my mouth. Raens cut me off.

"Shut it," he snaps. He pulls me down to the hill with him. Raises a finger. It's the sort of finger that tells me to keep quiet or else. We wait there for what feels like minutes while Raens scans the dark sky, as if he thinks we're about to be spotted by enemy aircraft.

“How’s your shooting, kid?” he whispers.

“Pretty good," I say, moving to unsling my rifle.

He puts a hand on mine as if to say don't you fucking dare. Then he adds, "Keep it on safe. I don't want you panicking and putting a bullet through me."

"Why?"

He chuckles. "I've lasted this long, and–" His voice is gone. My eardrums scream. A sound erupts with the low bass of infinity, and I fall to my stomach clutching my skull as pressure builds behind my ears like a kettle set to boil.

I try to say words. I try to ask if we've stumbled across another weapon and if it's going to kill us, but when I look at Raens he’s got tears in his eyes and his jaw is set. He’s got tears in his eyes and the sonuvabitch is smiling. Ear to ear. “Heads up, kid!” he shouts over the din.

I look skyward, and through the dark clouds bursts an explosion of light. Suddenly, the world is bright. I stare up in awe and horror as a battalion of winged creatures descends from the heavens, bellowing on trumpets whose sound could shatter mountains. On instinct I raise my rifle, but the creatures streak past us.

They streak toward the bunker.

“What's happening?” I holler into Raens' ear.

He thumbs over his shoulder, and I almost miss it in the creatures’ blinding light, but Thales' sun has risen again. It’s pulsing. Shuddering. It’s rising from the horizon and spinning as its molten rays tear away from it and hurtle toward the creatures.

They react, but not fast enough. Thales' weapon is gruesome in its efficiency, in its totality for destruction. The blazing arrows snap through the air like heat-seeking missiles, finding their marks and engulfing the creatures in flames. One by one they fall to the ground. One by one the trumpets that could shatter mountains are made silent.

Soon, the sky is clear. The arctic outpost at the end of the world is quiet again, and I’m left alone with Raens, trembling in a snowfall of ash. “Were those things…” The word is on my lips, but it almost feels blasphemous to say. Something floats onto my shoulder. It's white and smeared with soot, and I think it might be a feather.

“Angels,” Raens says, standing up. “At least, that’s our best guess. They’ve been making the rounds every couple weeks or so, ever since Thales got his hands on Subject 21. Tricky things. Never fall for the same weapon twice.”

Raens says the last bit as if he’s giving them some kind of begrudging respect, and all I can think about is the ringing in my ears. The fact that after this, we’re fucked. If angels are real, and if God is real, then that means Hell is real, and right now it's looking like the premiere destination for both of us. “We just murdered… " I breathe. "A hundred angels...”

“Murdered? I wouldn’t bet on it.” Almost on cue, fallen feathers begin to coalesce all across the ashen snow, vibrating violently. They hover for the space of a heartbeat, and then altogether they shoot upward, piercing the sky like gunshots and leaving glowing pillars in their wake.

The pulsating sun slows, then falls back beneath the horizon. Darkness finds us again.

"You okay, kid?"

My heart is beating so fast it hurts. My body is covered in goosebumps and I'm trying to tell myself that I'm dreaming. That this is some left-over Sunday school trauma working its way out of my system.

"This is not what I signed up," I sputter. "I mean holy shit, Raens. I’m not going to sentence myself to an eternity in damnation– because clearly that exists now–just to satisfy some government curiosity or one man’s vendetta or… or…”

I cast about for the words but there’s nothing there. I’m too scared. Too weighed down by the overwhelming immensity of the situation to properly formulate my thoughts.

“Thought you didn’t believe in God?” Raens says with a grin, pulling out a fresh smoke. "Agnostic, wasn't it?"

“That was before I saw an army of angels get picked out of the sky like birds.”

Raens lights his smoke, and then he sits down in the snow. "Look on the bright side, shift's almost over and our relief should be coming over the hill pretty quick. You hungry?"

It takes me a second to answer because I can't believe how relaxed he is. I want to grab him and scream that we're the bad guys, but before I can muster the rage he pats the ground beside him. "Take a seat, kid. I've been here a few years so there ain't much that surprises me. Not these days."

I stay where I am. My chest is heaving like a bellows, and I don't know if it’s what I just saw or the cigarette, but I feel light-headed and woozy. I'm afraid if I sit down I'll black out. "What's Thales' deal? I mean, is he like some kind of occult monster? Militant atheist?"

"Thales, an atheist?" Raens laughs, laughs hard enough that he starts coughing. "Far from it. Might be the most God-fearing Christian I've ever met, now that you mention it."

"I'm not tracking."

"No, I suppose you wouldn't be. Thales is a complicated man and not without his faults, but one thing you cannot deny is that the man is devout. Grew up in the Bible belt. Reads his book every night. Hell, rumor has it he used to moonlight as a preacher in days past."

“A preacher?" I mutter. "Why would a preacher want to murder God?"

"Same reason any good Christian does anything," Raens says, blowing smoke into the sky. "Cause' God told him to."

I open my mouth to reply but the words aren’t there. A thousand questions ricochet around my mind, but I can't seem to grab hold of a single one. Instead I stumble onto the snow next to Raens. I shake my head. Reach out a quivering hand.

“On second thought,” I tell him, “I will take that cigarette.”

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capnkerfufflez · 3 months

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I contain multitudes, so i made a uquiz for some of my quintessential sonas for fun

i dont really expect people to take it, but man i love an excuse to draw some of my boys i don't give much love to brief descriptions and the result descriptions under the cut

here's the link outside of just embed btw : https://uquiz.com/hkfS0R

in image order and i marked the number and color of the background above we have :

1 [red] E : non-fandom sona I use to vent mostly - "Conceptual Chaos Junkyard" / "CC Junkyard" so he's mostly negative traits of myself turned up to 11. He's the overly emotional and sentimental and over-reactive side of the duo between him and G.

"[[ oh baby girl, I'm so sorry for you, get some help ]] Everything you've ever done blows back up into your face, you don't know what you're doing wrong?! Or well, you've figured out a few things wrong with you, but you can't figure out how to fix those things about yourself…"

2 [red/orange] Knox S. Consumer : kinda a minecraft sona? - "What's Minecraft is Yourcraft" / "Yourcraft" He's in general a minesona, at least when I first made him. In Yourcraft he is the sona/character version of an oc that's a minecraft youtuber/streamer and who is very distinctly not me, so Knox falls into an odd character category where's he's both my sona and an oc's sona. He's an old grouchy wizard type, but breaks character often to help friends

"[[ you may think im stretching on this one, but i assure there's more obscure ]] You know so much yet so little. The type of guy that can recite so many video game lore details and fun facts across all subjects, but will fail to realize that they really did mean it calling it "cream cheese," it is actually a cheese. You are very smart though, with your intelligence only rivaled by your stubbornness."

3 [red/pink] Dong : pokemon not a big surprise, but he's a pokesona of sorts. He's a Mareep that's specifically paired with my friend's Wooloo "Ding," he's somewhere between a pokemon in the anime and pokemon mystery dungeon in terms of personification, he's very bitey.

[[ haha dong ]] Lil gremlin guy. You're the typa bitch to fucking taunt people bigger than you and when they get pissy you go 'oh im just a lil guy a lil birthday boy.' All talk no bite. well, maybe a lil bite, like consensually or deserved.. BUT the point is you take no responsibly of the misdeeds you may or may not do !

4 [orange] Bibbly : double life / life series Bibbly is the character I made soulmate's with my friend cause we were watching other people make sona's and pairs with their friends too. Bibbly is based off of a drawing I did based on a more literal interpretation of one of my minecraft skins (specifically my 453 skin), "Bibbly" coming from "Biblically accurate." Personality wise he varies a lot cause in conception and most practice he is an utter coward, very reliant on my friend's character, though in other interpretations I make him a lot more jaded and no-bull shit but also those are usually what is supposed to be later in his development and/or away from my friend's character

[[ telephone game of sonas ]] You are a recursion of self analyzation. You try to map out your intricacies only to have your theories on yourself become rules. And once you've realized its a set habit of thinking. You know trouble and you avoid it the best you can.

5 [muddy yellow] Clart : minecraft sona ? - "What's Minecraft is Yourcraft" / "Yourcraft" Similar case as Knox, where Clart is my sona and the sona of one of my oc's who isn't me, but for Clart he and the oc, they align closer with who I am so it's not quite as weird a case. Clart is very easy going and cares a lot, he isn't particularly notably in Yourcraft as he's not really someone who develops more a character that help's the other characters develop

[[ straight up gooping ]] You just want a break, things to be nice and easy and do menial tasks and be with your friends. You give all you can, not because you feel you need to, you just want to and you can. You know pain and cruelty, you choose to be kind.

6 [yellow] [453>- / 453 / The cooler Casey : a general sona He's a more stylized, exaggerated version of myself and usually a lot more malicious for the fun of it. In his "lore" he is a shapeshifting sand.. thing, it depends on the specific backstory I'm going with. He is generally very energetic and bitey and evil for the sake of it cause man villains are fun when they are having fun and he is having a blast

[[ creature !! ]] You are the coolest sexiest mother fucker out here! or you sure pretend to think so. A whole fucking jaw breaker flipping between god-complex and inferiority-complex, who knows what's at it's core (probably inferiority). You love to be an edge case, probably the type of guy to make a fan character concept that's over done but do it with a twist. No fear of ocs coming off like a mary sues just cause YOU know how cool and really clever they are really even if they give a bad first impression.

7 [lime/green] Casey : general sona / how i draw myself This is just me, like, just how I draw myself, it's as general and genuine as I can manage which my not really be all that accurate maybe but oh well

[[ oh fuck u are just like me frfr ! or like at least closest approximation ]] You are only human. You love your friends more than the world and you try to be worth all you're given. You have some self esteem and self image issues, but maybe if you shove your ocs full of enough of your issues you'll solve some.

8 [green?] Caddle : general sona / fursona / the one i use for sexual stuff Caddle is a cow-adject shapeshifter. He is the sona I use the most when it's anything sexual, usually paired with my partner's fursona, but he's supposed to have other buddies too that I never really draw. I've got complicated feeling on sexual stuff and myself in relation to it, so he gets those feelings dumped into his character too. But aside from that he is a fun character especially to draw cause inconsistency is baked in and I love him dearly, he is very lazily chill with a big heart, he's also a rodeo clown even though i dont draw a full on clown get up for him much

[[ honka honka we got certified clown ova here ]] You are silly, a goofball even, one may even argue a jokester. You may present all goofs, gafs and dick jokes, -and by all means you do genuinely loving goofing gaffing and dicking- but you are a person with complicated wants and thoughts and feelings. Wants and thoughts and feelings you hold close to yourself, you do not know how to voice, so more often than not, you don't.

9 [bluish green] Gilon Kurt : lesser sona Gilon is a sona that I made just on a whim off of a twist on my name with "fluffle" being a the name for a group of rabbits, he's "Capn Kerfluffle." And then I made him a rival to my main fursona in their story and he gained a personality outside of me as they so often do

[[ rage rage murder rage !!!! ]] You have worked so hard for what you have and yet it is never enough. There is always something else to achieve more to earn, people clawing for what you have. You can have no peace nor solace, relax? chilling? never heard of her!! There are experiences to be had!! People to meet!! Friends to continuing loving!!! And you'll fight for it all, fight until you die!!

10 [cyan] Yeode : minecraft sona [real] Yeode my beloved, she is my darling rock-based robot made to search villagers that learns to live for herself kinda. A lot of her kindness and softness and story comes from backstory for just me playing minecraft ig who is a lot less kind in practice.

[[ yippee !!! ^.^ ]] You are a people pleaser to your core! You are born and molded by your attachments and use to others. Even in their absence you still live on for them in part.

11 [saturated blue] G : non-fandom sona I use to vent mostly - "Conceptual Chaos Junkyard" / "CC Junkyard" similar situation to E of mostly negative traits, but the other side of it for the most part. she is full of anger and malice at being stuck with little control over her situation and takes it out on E

[[ oh sweetheart, no ]] You think yourself a "bad bitch" a "girl boss" even. Emotions are not your strong suit. You have a hard time managing your own feelings, let alone dealing with other people's. You may not always be right, but you work hard to try to be.

12 [less saturated dark blue] D. Base : minecraft sona, specifically in magic mods / heavily modded minecraft he came about from when i was testing a modded server with my friends there was something that would crash my game if i entered specific chunks, and in those 'dead' chunks was my silk worms so i made dBase as a character for the friend server and he is supposed to be that glitched silkworm i got in testing, uuh end then that server slowly broke too, so i like to think it was somehow also his fault; while i did get to play on the server i got really into a few magic mods, mainly mana and artifice so he is not only gitchy but a magic man

[[ grub ]] You think of yourself highly, not perfect, but damn good. You've worked your ass off for the skills you've obtained and are happy to show off when they are even slightly relevant. Your "fuck it we ball" attitude somehow works out for you most of the time, though some collateral damage to others.

13 [light blue] Clerk James : fursona / used to be mascot character to note if you see other art of him there is a stark difference between the silly goofy Clerk that's my sona and the asshole angsty backstory version of him before he got so very concussed; current Clerk is very sweet and very dumb, he's the "capn" of a pirate themed ferry though also goes on some genuine treasure seeking adventures pg pirate style

[[ consider it the post-drownings one, don't worry ]] A mix of poor memory, self-doubt, and self-hatred that results in a potent blend of guilt for things you aren't really sure you deserve to hate yourself over, being it maybe not or fault or maybe never really happened. Aside from that you're upbeat and a bit stupid in a silly lil guy way. You're just a lil guy!

14 [purple] Cassio Inerta : homestuck / trollsona - "retroll" he is baby, very sweet and well meaning but oh so very problem avoidant and low empathy mostly from being sheltered; in retroll he is canonically in-universe a self insert of myself watching the plot go down and has a made up boyfriend given to him who loves Cassio by virtue that is what the boyfriend was made for, but kinda just puts up with Cassio, a projection of how i felt and feared in some previous relationships

[[ explicitly cannon self insert huh ]] You are a suckerrr for romance. You want and want and want so badly and you feel and in every instance you are given a taste it feels unreal. it feels unearned. It feels disingenuous. But you need it so bad. You don't know shit about anything, so terrified to fail you're terrified to try. But little by little you keep trying.

15 [magenta] Carcumber : a sona based off of my friend's previously-main sona's species so my friend's main sona and mascot character was a "lavamander" though the species had other character with other elements such as ice and sound waves and species had name trope of two favorite foods combined; Carcumber's name was Carrot + Cucumber but my friend changed main sonas and has since renamed most to just a single food name hence the opening statement for the quiz, i dont remember if he had an element associated, if he did i think it was "cart" or "car" or "money" or something stupid like that, and his is a used car salesman, similar energy and pathetic-ness of spamton

[[ oh man do i gotta change his name now that's that not the naming scheme? ]] You are passionate about everything you do! Cause if you aren't you don't do them! You exaggerate yourself to the point the mask becometh you.

god ya that's a lot of em and i have more sona's than just that, but most fall similar to others or i dont use enough to care

if you read it all thanks so much i love u :D

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hhhh I wrote out a to do list of all the things I need to get done or check up on in all areas of my life and it's literally as long as my forearm. So I feel tight chested yada yada and I may LOOK relaxed on the outside but on the inside I'm yelling at myself to just move and get shit done and I feel so overwhelmed and I just wanna... run away. I guess for me, running away looks like sitting and staring into space, and that's what I'd tell Eddie if he asked if I was okay. Some comfort, please?👀😭

yep yep I love this your always dropping in with an idea when i need it aah ( although don't love your so stressed please take care omg)

I am SO sorry this took so long forgive me ajsksksks

Warnings: overworking, fluff. 18 plus please minors be gone!

"hey" eddie gets no response, he's not seen you all day

"hey"

you feel a squeeze on your shoulder

"darliiing" he singsong

You sigh, the knot in your chest having gotten worse since you stopped your task

"hey eds"

His voice brings you back from your daydream, staring up at his wall filled with black sabbath, your commiting each detail of the figure to memory, like you'll explode or something if you don't

"you okay?" He asks full of concern

"mhm" you say absentmindedly

Eddie knows, he knows your not he was giving you a chance to tell him what was going on.

he sees your to do list stuffed at the back of your desk, crumpled corners and scribbles. It's a long list.

"hey, look at me" he speaks low

You lean your head back off your chair to look at him

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you, smirking, causing a small, only small, barley there ghost of a smile across your face.

"you, need.a.break" eddie taps your nose playfully. Grinning down at you, but his stare is intense, concerned and serious.

"I've had a break! That's why I was staring at your poster!" It sounds ridiculous even as the words leave your mouth

Eddie knows your habits, it took him all of one afternoon to pick up on most of your routines and little things you do.

He can tell your on autopilot and Eddie knows your not stopping until every single thing on that list you wrote at stupid o clock in the morning is crossed off.

"That's a long list sweetheart" eddie kisses the top of your forehead, lingering

"I gotta get it done but-

"how long have you been staring at my wall darlin?"

"not that long!" You said as if convincing yourself it really hadn't been that long

Eddie doesent say anything but you can feel his body language shift.

Eddie puts his arm on both sides of the chair, spinning it round.

"come here" eddie pulls your arms, you follow his lead and stand up, eddie instantly pulls you into him.

smoke and weed and sweat and cologne. You breathe him in like his literal presence allows you to breathe freely again.

He holds you tight, squeezing the tension out your body.

"you know, you've done quite a bit today" he says, to reassure you, because he knows you'll feel like you've failed until its done.

"but I've still got so much to do!" You sigh, eddie sucks in his lip.

"what?" You ask

"Hang on" he grins, eddie let's go of you, makes his way to your desk.

"what are you doing?" you ask as eddie hunches over your desk.

"aha" he says, producing your to do list post it.

Eddie's barley legible scrawl at the bottom , Eddie's got the biggest smirk on his face while he watches your eyes scan the page.

-buy popcorn

-go to video store

-pick out horror movie

-bribe Steve into giving discount

- put on Eddie's hellfire shirt (the black one)

-cuddle.

You look up from the note, smiling.

Eddie raises his eyebrows, waiting.

you turn to look one more time at the absolute mess on your desk.

"I can make another to do tomorrow" you said.

"only if its half the size as today's" eddie says, and you can tell he's not joking.

Eddie grabs his jacket, slings his arm around you.

"so, what genre of horror are we thinking tonight darlin? Eddie keeps his arm around you as you make your way to his van.

"slasher?" You ask, and Eddie's face indicates he was thinking the same thing.

"great minds darlin" he winks.

You feel the tension finally, slowly , melting away.

#eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson hurt/comfort #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine

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niffala · 8 months

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Forgive Me (Pt. 2)

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, jealousy, some fluff

A/N: This is a sequel to Dirty Secret. Reader insert version found here. 18+ only due to smut. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

Chapter 1 Series Masterlist Main Masterlist

Chapter 2

[2 years later]

Nick Fury strode into the conference room, his signature leather coat flapping behind him. An opposing figure in his own right, his presence today reminded Steve of a raven. Bad news surely followed.

The former SHIELD director stood at the head of the table, his eye sweeping around at those present before pulling up a hologram of a large domed building. “There is a hostage situation at the Novosibirsk Opera and Ballet Theatre, one hundred and fifty-seven hostages being held at the secondary stage. Mainly local and foreign dignitaries and their respective families. The cameras have been taken out, but thermal imaging shows what appears to be twenty-seven armed radicals.” A sweep of his hand had the image zoom in on a single blazing red figure. “One of whom is pyrokineticly enhanced.”

Another wave and the hologram refocused on the entrance. “So far the casualties have been security personnel and the initial law enforcement response team, now reduced to a pile of char. It has been twenty-four hours and counting. I don't give a shit about their demands, shut it down. Preferably with minimal collateral damage. These situations can get very ugly, very quickly. Russian security forces are preparing to storm the building in a few hours. We're talking heavy casualties. This is what I'm counting on you to prevent. I can’t emphasize enough the shitstorm that will take place if this situation goes sideways. The world is watching, this needs to be handled with the utmost care. Get the hostages out swiftly and quietly. Assistance is on their way.

“Tony?”

“Stealth is not in Mr. Stark’s vocabulary. We're trying to avoid any collateral damage, this includes the building. Being a highly sensitive situation, I called in a favor with OISHA on the west coast. Luckily two of their agents were close by.” He turned his glare to Steve, “I asked for the best in extraction and rescue. I believe you are all familiar.”

Steve’s heartbeat spiked, Furry was talking about Marison. She was coming back.

“Her ETA is eight minutes. She's been fully briefed on the mission. You will head out together the moment her jet lands.”

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Arrival time: four minutes, thirty-nine seconds. My stomach began doing summersaults the closer we got to the one place I never thought I’d return to. Beside me, my partner rolled his neck and shoulders, relaxed and unbothered by our destination. We’ve been a team for the last year, and good friends just as long. However, the dating part was a recent development.

Ben looked away from the controls, noticing I was rubbing my once brightly colored bracelet, a nervous habit I couldn’t break. He knew the circumstances of my separation from the Avengers. He took my hand and placed an exaggerated kiss on it, “You can do this.”

I’m not too sure about that. The mission, definitively in the bag. And I was looking forward to seeing everyone again, missing them all so damn much. They were the best part of my life… even ‘him.’ For too long I blamed myself for what happened, that I wasn’t good enough. But the truth was that what we had couldn’t last. Not the way it was, not in the dark. It was bound to break, I just wish it hadn’t broken me too.

Smiling back at Ben, I felt guilty. It'd be lying to say I didn't still think about ‘him’ constantly. See him in places he wasn't, like on my Paris trip. Things would be fine and then suddenly his memory would flood the moment. Creeping up in my mind like an all consuming fog. I hated it. He still held a big part of me. It seemed no matter what I did, I couldn't push him out of my heart, even after letting someone else in.

The first few weeks after my departure were the toughest. Everything felt raw, like an exposed nerve. I would always be grateful to Bucky for keeping me steady, helping me breathe. As impossible as it seemed at the time, things got better. I worked on myself, did my best to squash insecurities and lingering doubts. My shattered soul slowly pieced itself back together. Learning to sleep alone was its own hardship, but Bucky was there for that too.

I spent the first few weeks in nearby hotels until I felt ready to move on. Then I started traveling the globe, seeing the sights, having a few casual flings along the way. Started low-key super heroing again, helping those that I could. But I was lonely. My Avengers experience changed me. I couldn't live the solitary life I had before. I craved companionship, a purpose, a place to hang my hat.

Luckily, Fury was awaiting my call. He pointed me in a few directions, and gave me glowing recommendations. So I started a new job with the Operational Surveillance and Intelligence Agency. I had new teammates, a new home, and a new boyfriend. Ben was wonderful, charming and patient. We had similar senses of humor and just clicked. You think I'd learn to never date a coworker again. Once bitten, twice shy, and at times, I still felt covered in marks. His perfect teeth leaving wounds you couldn’t see.

“What's the number one rule?”

“If you sprinkle when you tinkle, be a sweetie and wipe the seatie.” I gave him my biggest shit eating grin.

Ben laughed before slipping back into his mask of seriousness. “If you get overwhelmed, talk to me.” Satisfied with my nod, he asked what my code name used to be.

Cringing, I grumbled out, “Luminescent.”

“Wow,” he snorted, “that is a terrible name.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. Should have went with firefly.” I saw his eyes sparkle with amusement, mouth twisting into a devilish grin. “Keep looking at me like that, I'm going to bite your face.”

Ben leaned over and playfully bit at me. Laughing, he placed a kiss on my lips, “Aww, my little lightning bug.”

“Hardy, har har.” I returned his kiss, telling him I loved him. He says it back without hesitation.

The navigation system alerted us that we had arrived. As the jet landed, Ben asked if I wanted to walk out hand in hand, or if I wanted a head start. I told him I should face them myself, but for his cute butt to not be too far behind. He rubbed my back for encouragement. Okay, game face on.

Steve’s heart hammered so hard in his chest, he was surprised it wasn't visible. The world stopped as Marison exited the aircraft. She was breathtaking. Steve unabashedly stared, too afraid if he closed his eyes for a moment, she’d disappear, like in so many of his dreams. She came back. She came home.

Bucky was the first to greet her, running over and embracing her tightly. Steve could hear them mention the changes to the others' hair.

Sam was next, bumping Bucky out of the way to wrap his arms around Marison. “Hey, Lumi, things haven't been the same without you.”

“I wish it was under better circumstances.”

She hugged a few more before she stood in front of Steve. His breathing became erratic when her eyes met his. As if his asthma returned and he was struggling to take in air. Neither moved.

Sam noticed the tension, “Oh come on, you can’t still be mad she quit.” He pulled them closer together, insisting on a hug.” I think our dear captain missed our useful teleporter. I’ve been having to lug his heavy butt around because we have yet to find anyone to replace you.”

“No, we certainly haven’t.” Steve put his arms around her, noticing Madison's body stiffen, but she was allowing it. He closed his eyes, confident in touch. He hasn't felt alive since she left, but she was real, she was here, she came back to him. Everything was going to be okay. He whispered in her ear, “I was so scared I'd never see you again.”

Marison shoved him off and quickly moved away. His eyes snapped open, feeling the sharp sting of her rejection. He could kick himself. What, did he expect her to jump into his arms and tell him how much she missed him, still loved him, was just as miserable these last years as he was? Yes, his head mocked, yes you did. There was still hope, he knew she still...

Suddenly, a man walked up behind Marison, enfolding her in his arms, clearly a familiar action. His slicked back hair was dark and wavy. A salt and pepper beard, dark brown eyes, and a nose that's been broken a few times only adding character to his handsome face. “I was getting jealous of the love fest Had to get some of that for myself, Sweetheart.”

She turned her head and to Steve’s horror, they kissed. She introduces the man as Ben, her partner and boyfriend. Steve felt his chest constrict, a vice gripping his heart. No, please no, he silently begged. He was always too late.

Maybe it wasn’t serious, he still had a chance. Maybe it was a ruse. He just needed to tell her how he feels and she'll be his again. She had to still love him. She had to. He won't give up. His fists clenched at his sides. “Wheels up in two. Let's move,” he barked.

Ben had not been authorized for this mission, for that Steve was relieved. He listens as the man tells Marison to be careful and that he loves her. When she said it back, Steve wanted to rip his ears off.

Chapter 3 (coming soon)

A/N: For so many reasons, this poor fic got pushed to the back burner for two darn years. A random dream a few nights ago gave me the inspiration to continue it.

#niffala fics #steve rogers angst #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x oc #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x ofc

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neurotypical-sonic · 1 year

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(Hello, sorry if this sounds weird/rude, idk how to phrase this sentences tbh)

I really want to start writing fanfics, but I keep repeating the same word 3 times in the sentence and I don’t know how to phrase it in any other way to get around it, or making the sentence sound weird, and I keep having to relying on Google to type or using my iPhone mic speaker (it sometimes doesn’t work 50% of the time)in the search engine and type “spell [insert word here]” to recognise the words or know what it means, idk if some of that is because of autism or not.

Do you use any software application/apps to help with writing,

Also side note: when I’m trying to text to somebody on discord, I keep thinking the text I’m typing sounds rude, but I’m not trying to make it sound rude??, and then I just feel really high anxiety about it, is that normal???

Sorry for the long gibberish text lmao

Hi! This isn't rude or weird at all, don't worry! I also get really anxious sending asks or asking for advice, you're good.

I'm not the best person to ask, since I'm still very new to writing and I'm still figuring it out myself, but I'll try my best! Putting it under a readmore because it got long

I personally don't use any apps to help with writing. Google docs has some built in features, like autocorrect or suggestions about word choice/placement or grammar, but that's about it. I've heard Grammarly is good?

For spelling:

If autocorrect isn't working I simplify the word then look up synonyms for it. For example, if I'm struggling to spell "delighted, then I'll simplify that word to "happy", and then google "happy synonyms", and keep looking up and searching words until I get to it.

This is also very good if you're struggling to think of a word you need, or if you don't understand what a word means. Adding "synonym" to your search works wonders, for me at least.

Another option is beta readers! They read through your work and can help with things like spelling and grammar, etc. I get my sibling or mum to read through my shit all the time, and I'll go to friends for advice as well.

For actually writing:

I know exactly what you mean with the getting stuck on a sentence or word and not being able to get around it. I had been wanting to get back into writing for around a year and this always stopped me and made me give up, it's only recently, the past couple of months, that I've started to actually commit to writing and get around it. I still get caught up in it!!

A couple of things help me! The main one is sometimes you have to let yourself write Badly. I have multiple docs of when I first started to write again, and it's all bad, but making myself write it, without expecting to publish it, helped me figure out what works best for me. And more importantly, it helps you get back into the actual habit of writing, and gives you something you can go back and work on. It sucks, and it's hard, but sometimes you just got to write the world's worst sentence.

If that's not working, just bail. In all of my wips, I have half completed sentences where I was really struggling and couldn't get around it, so I just stopped and worked on something else, something easier, and then when I think I can try again, I come back to it.

Breaking to down into really simple sentences also helps, to have a foundation you can build on. Most of my fics start out like "Sonic and Tails have a talk about why Tails is upset. Tails is not making eye contact and is looking at the ground. He says that he didn't like it when Sonic ate his mints without asking. Sonic apologizes and says that he didn't know they were Tails' mints." Even dot points would work. Just the bare basics, and then now that I know what exactly is going to happen, I can go back and start actually Writing it.

One thing that helped me actually figure out how to write was reading other people's works, and noting what I really liked about their writing. What pacing choices, word choices, how they use actions and dialogue etc etc. Even doing things like "hmm I would've used a different word there or swapped the order of those actions" can help you figure out how you want to write.

I hope this helps? I'm not sure how much sense it makes sorry akgfdkjh

#If anyone else has advice feel free to add #ask #anon #egg.txt #please keep in mind that what works for me wont work for everyone

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aleprouswitch · 10 months

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C-PTSD/Trauma discussion under the cut.

In January 2009, I was sexually assaulted by a then-close friend and then almost abducted from a public park just a few days later. I was also dealing with another situation I don't want to elaborate on, but all three of these things severely fucked me up. I had a nervous breakdown and the PTSD I was likely already suffering from due to things from my childhood/teen years got more severe. I was having panic attacks, sometimes violent ones, and was developing some worrying habits and behaviors.

So many of my "friends", my ex-boyfriend, and even my own mother made me feel like shit during this time of my life. My mom called my panic attacks "tantrums" and often belittled me over them. My friends would talk behind my back about how I had "changed" and I wasn't the same person anymore. I was treated either like a joke - something to make fun of - or like I was a burden, or like I was somebody that people had to tolerate. I would find posts online from people I thought loved and cared about me where I found out I was lied to, referred to as a waste of space, dead weight, etc.

This is exactly what my song "Breathing Dust" is about. I was too poor to live on my own and had to live in a dilapidated house with my mother during this nervous breakdown time, a house filled with black mold, dust, roaches, cigarette smoke, the whole nine yards, and on top of it all, my mom was very fanatically religious and kept chalking up all of my problems to me leaving the Catholic church. I did everything I could to get out of that house, including spending time with these "friends" and my ex who just treated me like garbage.

I wasn't formally diagnosed with PTSD or C-PTSD until November 2017. It took that long for a therapist to finally figure out that I was a deeply traumatized person and needed help. Since then I have been placed on medication that has helped me tremendously and gotten the therapy and psychiatric help that I needed. My relationship with my mom is much better. I live in my own apartment with my partner of nearly 11 years and we both have good jobs. I have friends who genuinely love me and support me in everything I do. Life has gotten so much better and I'm thankful every single day.

This morning though...something happened that was a huge trigger for my C-PTSD and it was part of a situation that's been playing out for months. I don't want to go into details on main, but I've been treated like a joke by a couple of people in a very similar way to how I was treated all those years ago, and this morning I just broke. I rarely ever cry or have breakdowns/panic attacks anymore (which I'm so grateful for), but this morning I couldn't contain the wave of emotion I felt. I spent an hour crying and shaking and feeling so small, feeling like I wasn't taken seriously or seen as someone deserving of respect.

I've had to fight to remind myself that yes, I AM loved by the people who really know me. I AM strong. I AM a survivor. I AM worthy of love and respect. Two shitty people can't make me feel like I'm not worth the love and respect that I know I deserve. I might have have a meltdown today, but it is NOT a setback for my mental health journey. Everybody breaks down sometimes . It's okay. I am strong enough in myself to get through this because I know that the things a minority of people say are not true.

By talking about this, I hope that maybe some of you can relate and find hope, too. If you're in a place where I was a few years ago where every day feels like a fight to stay alive, or if you've recently had a meltdown that feels like a setback from all of the mental and emotional progress you've made - you're not alone and it's okay. I'm busy a lot of the time, but you can talk to me if you need to. I might not answer right away, but I will answer you.

We're in this together.

#personal #don't reblog

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crusherthedoctor · 1 year

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9, 13 and 14 :)

9. What inspired you to write your first fic?

For my one-shots, I felt like exploring some rarely touched territory. The Tails/Amy one in particular, since I wanted to resolve Tails' controversial Lost World portrayal in a way that could make sense (and I didn't need to use the phrase Wildly Inconsistent in order to do it), since as a Tails fan, the period of fans constantly shitting on Tails - some even requesting that he be replaced or killed off - was not fun. So I guess you could say the Tails/Amy one-shot was me venting, but in a positive way lol.

As for BtS/Stellar, I'll admit that part of it was due to the "Fine, I'll do it myself" mentality when I grew fed up with how hard it is to find traditional Sonicy adventure stories that also retain Eggman as the undisputed main villain - even less that don't needlessly soften him up for the sake of "depth" - but mostly it was because I simply had all these ideas that I thought could be worth sharing, and I wanted to see if I could make a coherent story out of them.

It began in 2014 with the naked template of the character who would eventually become Trudy. Then I started thinking up what, in my mind, the ultimate Eggman Big Bad story would be like. Then I brainstormed the story themes involved, and the setting, and how the official cast would interact with the OC in a way that remained in-character for all of them, and it just kind of snowballed from there.

tl;dr: "All these ideas are exciting me, but no one else is gonna write it cause they're too busy writing OoC Sonamy/edgy Scourge/SA2 adaptation #500, so I better harness that Passion and Effort that fans always talk about".

13. Describe your writing style. If you were to participate in an anonymous fic writers guessing game (like The Masked Author), what writing habits do you have that would be a dead giveaway that it’s you?

If there's gameplay segments, the immediate giveaway would be that Gameplay Narration!Crusher is a lot more sassy than Story Narration!Crusher.

If not… well, as you've noticed for yourself, I'm fond of giving the readers as much of a perfect picture as I can when it comes to the locations. I try not to go overboard and drag it out, but I'm one of those guys that must describe the exact kind of scenery, architecture, sky, etc. "Can't you just say it's a sunset?" "NO, they might think it's just a basic orange sky, I HAVE to specify it's a purple that gradually fades into deep red from a distance!!!"

As for how I write the actual characters, one stipulation that I've been trying to impose on myself with Stellar is to be as economical as possible with the dialogue. They still say a fair amount mind you, since that's pretty unavoidable for a story that's in written fanfic form, but for the big dramatic moments and emotional scenes and whatnot, my intent is to focus on the characters' actions and subtle gestures first and foremost, with everything they do say being just the right amount to go along with it. I take a conversation, decide on the necessary exchanges and length, then add some additional character-enhancing flavor text afterwards to round it out.

This was brought about by the IDW cast's inability to shut the fuck up, with Sonic's wall of text to Surge being the final straw. It made me realise and appreciate how laconic the game cast is by comparison (...usually), so that made me want to try it out. Eggman is a slight exception for this rule, since being Eggman, I figure he can get away with hearing himself talk as much as he sees fit, though even with him, every inch of his dialogue is at least still relevant in some form or another, some cases more subtle than others.

14. Share a snippet.

(Note that there'll be some narration that breaks this up a bit during the actual story.)

Eggman: So being the generous gentleman that I am, I've given these ancient husks a second chance at life so they can have the freedom to carry out my pursuits. But I couldn't just leave them, could I? All that time spent from a bygone era surely must have left them scared and confused upon witnessing this brave new world! They could do something silly in their old age, like resist me! So to help them out in the modern day, I gave them a little… maintenance.

#Crusher's Asks #Sonic the Hedgehog #Fanfiction

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justice4billy · 1 year

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Baby, it's a secret

Mentions of pregnancy and hospitals

Chapter Thirteen

The incessant beeps had Cassie scrunching up her face as her eyes fluttered open. She scanned the unfamiliar room hearing the sounds on the monitors pinging, she sat up in a panic as she took in her surroundings.

"Woah, take it easy" Eddie urged in a concerned voice. Cassie turned to look st him noting the worry flowing through his brown eyes, one of his hand gently resting on her arm.

"What happened?" She croaked her mouth feeling dry.

Eddie furrowed his brow. "You fainted at school" he stated. "We had to bring you here" he clarified.

"We?" Cassied asked.

"Me and Billy" Eddie stated.

Cassie widened her eyes. "He knows?" She asked panic lacing her voice as she nodded to her stomach.

"Everyone knows" Eddie replied.

Cassie groaned. "How?" She practically cried out.

"You faonted because you were overheated and Nancy took off your coat before I could stop her" he explained.

"Shit" Cassie swore putting her hands on her face. "Well is the baby okay?" She asked worry running through her veins. Her life was officially over.

"Baby is fine" a voice echoed from the doorway.

Cassie shot up as she stared into the eyes of Billy who leant against the doorway, arms folded and an unrevealed expression on his face.

"Why don't you take a break Munson?" Billy asked. "You've been here a while" he urged his eyes never leaving Cassies.

"I don't know man" Eddie contemplated as he looked at Cassie.

"I can keep an eye on her" Billy stated.

Eddie raised a brow. "Cass" he whispered. "Its up to you" he urged placing his hand on her arm in reassurance.

Cassie didn't miss the way Billy's eyes flickered to his hand as she gulped. "You need a break Eddie" she started. If she avoided Billy it would look suspicious on both sides, she would just have to play it cool she thought.

Eddie gave her arm one last pat. "I'll be down the hall might go and get myself a shitty coffee" he replied with a small grin before getting out of his chair. He gave Billy one small nod before walking past him and out of the door.

The silence pierced the air as Cassie looked down at the comforter, her hands playing nervously with the cotton sheet as her heart beat sounded in her ears.

Billy huffed as he slowly walked into the room, his hands gripping the base of the bed whilst he stared at her. At that moment Cassie felt like he was staring into her soul.

"When we're you gonna tell me?" He asked trying to sound calm.

Cassie gulped. "I don't know what you mean" she denied. Denial was always the safest option.

Billy huffed his nostrils flaring slightly as his grip tightened. "How far are you?" He asked.

""14 weeks" she lied hoping he could do the math. That way he couldn't figure out that the baby was his.

Billy scoffed. "Wow, so you fucked another guy two weeks after me?" He asked her, his eyes narrowing as he glared down at her.

Cassie nodded. "Yes, you're not the father" she lied feeling sick with herself. "Were you here when they brought me in?" She asked.

"Barely got you through the front door before they wheeled you away" he replied before slinking off the bed frame and walking painfully slow towards her.

Billy sat in the chair, his finger on his chin as his gaze pierced hers. Cassie could feel her heart beating in her chest as he continued to look her up and down. "So, what was this other guy like? Do I know him?" He fired at her.

Cassie shook her head. "No, it's just some college guy" she replied.

"Where'd you meet?" He asked leaning forward slightly.

"He is one of Eddie's clients" she replied trying to sound smooth. "We got high and one thing led to another" she replied.

Billy scoffed. "You make a habit of fucking two different guys in the space of two weeks?" He sneered at her.

Cassie narrowed her eyes. "Like you don't do the same thing" she fired back. "Look, you don't have to worry, you can run off to california at the end of year" she stated.

Billy narrowed his eyes, his dark blues burned deep with fire as he leaned towards her. "You're a real bitch" he spat out at her hatred lacing his tone. He got up abruptly before turning on his heel and storming out of the room, leaving Cassie with a sinking feeling of guilt sitting on her chest.

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elliebear666 · 4 months

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Just gonna write this out... idc what anyone thinks tbh.

I like this dude a lot. Ight. If he isn't interested, I WILL move on. I'll respect it. Of course I will. Because, even if I do get angry about what seems to be a dude playing games? I do care about his feelings. I do. A lot.

I am not going to beg to be chosen. Did I act a fool while drunk? Yes lol. Everyone is dumb while drunk.

But like, if there's any interest? It's on him. He's going to have to put in the effort. I would gladly put in more if I thought it would be well received. I want to, but I'm going to pull back and focus on myself.

I can handle no. In fact, I prefer blunt honesty. Give it to me true. It's the ambiguity I can't handle. It tears me apart. I overthink. I have a major difficulty with understanding the nuance of hints and people's words.

When it comes to communicating needs, boundaries, wants? I NEED literal statements. Anything else leaves too much to the imagination, and I will struggle to understand what you mean or read between the lines.

I have a tendency to take things at face value. Idioms and figures of speech are taken at face value unless I know you or I know the phrase you're using enough to figure out what you mean. There are too many variables for me to come to a proper conclusion without literal statements. I'm sorry :/

I am trustworthy. But I also refuse to hold the sanctity of trust with someone that has brutally betrayed me - if you gaslight me, hurt me, manipulate me? I owe you NOTHING.

You can be vulnerable with me. In fact, I prefer it. You can always be yourself. That's what I want!!! That's the goal! Be who you are so I can meet you where you're at.

I'm healing, I'm working in therapy on my shit, I'm trying to improve, and I am, but I do have bad habits that I need to break.

I will be incredibly patient if I am given a REASON to. Give me SOMETHING.

I am not a bad person. I have some issues. But guaranteed, everyone does.

You're allowed to have friends, space, etc. You NEED those things. I don't need all of your time. I just need to know you're putting in effort and making time for me. That's it. I don't ask for much, just open communication.

Maybe I'm wasting my time writing this. But... idk. Something in me tells me not to let go just yet. To be patient.

I think you're worth it. I just need to know if you can be patient.

I am a loyal woman. I give a shit. I care.

My splitting episodes are not an indication of who I am as a person - and what I think during isn't a reflection of who you are, either. It's a defense mechanism. It was created to protect me, and now I have to dismantle it.

I can be the most loyal, patient woman out there.

But I need to know that there's something to be patient for.

I want to get to know you. I want to see who you are. I want to know about your dreams, your life, and your feelings. I care. I'm so fucking curious to see more. I want to see more. But I'm not going to beg. I can't do that to myself. I deserve more.

Am I wasting my time? Or am I hoping that there's something here, despite what everything around me seems to be telling me?

I feel it in my gut that something is there. Idk what, but I want to know.

I'm worth it. I may be emotional. And maybe that's hard to handle. But I think you'd rather me be sensitive and caring than indifferent. Maybe the indifference feels safe, but it isn't going to be healthy.

I may not be in the best place now, but I AM putting in the work.

Should I be patient?

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